Chapter 171: Red Herring

Damian There was no way I was going to let her come with me, especially after the way George had phrased it over the phone. “We found it. How far is it from here?” The police don't think we should move yet. “I don't give a damn about what the police think,” I snapped, shoving my hands into my pockets as I watched Charlotte disappear into her room. “Tell me now. Where is he?” For a moment, George was silent, and then the sound of papers scratching against each other came through, as though he was writing something down. “He’s in California, north of California. I’m talking wild country—three counties, not the Hollywood side.” “I know what it means, George. What exactly is he doing there? Is he in a small town or something?” “No,” George said, making me imagine him shaking his head. “He lives alone in a cabin. It’s one of those places that, according to the pictures I see at least—which I’m going to send to you in just a moment—is the kind of place everyone runs away from when they